amsterdam seems to hold a rather interesting population unexpected conversations little drops of others lives mixing while traveling confusing stories to recall from the other world
some days pass easy mainly when you have little aspirations and a face to smile to
some other days get stuck in your soul like a giant invisible lump so hard to tear down since not visible it is, you know?
as today, if i put together all those hours all of my memories all of my tears, my embraces, my smiles the good and the bad times and all of these mine stubborn words that i have been writing for a while then i have a little life to acknowledge as today, 38 years of smiles and lumps i count
and my life’s so different from what i picture it would be not better, not worse just different and i wonder… how it will end and where…
i just hope that stuck to my face that last day of existence that i will encompass will be a smile, some teeth shinning on an open wide mouth and not a lump of desperation fixed on my eyes
i hope i can always share better if with you one last smile
i have that sensation of a kid, going back to school after an exciting summer...
i have cleaned my formal shoes and 'sharpened my new pencils' and i am ready to face the obligations of a working routine life
yet... the smells of this fascinating summer follow me around and now & then i dream of that place now so afar... and of you that made this summer so special, so nice!
nothing wrong with still letting your mind fly a little high
in early mornings day-dreaming is nice...
photographs with camera Sony α- DSRL A100 flight from Detroit, MI to San Diego, CA
Tonight I finally was able to exercise again After over 12 days of sickness And by now 7 days of antibiotics And an ear still hurting now & then I decided to stretch myself and take A yoga class Ah relaxing!
And I keep on thinking how Beethoven of me is to get deaf on one ear with an infection Before going to Deutschland... But today I was able to listen a bit again
So, now I come to one big inquiry! What music to select to survive 4.30 hrs And then 8hrs, trapped on an airplane Rather a crusade Since a bit claustrophobic I could get… Up to the point that I got prescription From the doctor, just in case
So, planes I love and flight But the small space and the people getting so close together If the plane would be almost empty Would be nicer, or if instead of people Were some dogs or cats… or My train of thought to select What’s is not people? Then? To listen to
Well dogs are not people Nor sheep, nor pigs Oh but Dogs, pigs, sheep Yeah animals! Pink floyd That was easy And the best option I could’ve ever think of! Since I think it might be my favorite Pink Floyd album Now I can fly in peace And so smiling wide Tonight I am Tired and sore And with an ear not a 100% OK But… but but, ah!
And also I found this original TV commercial For the “LP”
and this one too! and i won't be watching for pigs on the wing
while the minutes of my modest life pass by I think of my existence The things I do The decisions I make The thoughts my soul fights Are usually seen, felt, semi-digested lived, and sometimes just barely survived From the point view of A non specific gender being a simple human being, without sexual characteristics I don’t think of myself all the time as a woman… and of course even less a man! certainly not a dog, nor a cat or a plant... a general-breathing thing, and that's it
And not very sure why I feel that the point of being a woman in my case… is to be able to be one without being self-conscious about it
not often but when this little mental state comes about my feminine heart is a bliss! i go wow!!!, i am one of those... no wonder i go crazy now & then (smile) and then a woman, I am…
seems that this fact that has always been more evident to the rest of the world than for this self holder of the womanly problem
and also refreshing is to know that we all have or times of non-gender definition aside those times when the specific characteristics are involved
also it would be really helpful for my personal development if I could remember what the other 62 realizations apparently i had before this one were, and or at least what the heck they were about...
& here this woman’s favorite Tom Waits song... either forward all his silly jokes (i like them but...) or wait for the main performance 'cause it is superb! and rather different from the original version that i know...
another 24 minutes of my life in this blog is that right? or is that wrong? i don't think it matters after all (final & good night smile)
